Chapter 49 Treat Her to a Meal with Her Money
Lina's eyes showed surprise as she looked up and down at Roslin. Roslin looked pretty good, but her clothes were a bit shabby, which made her not look like a rich girl at all, but rather like a poor person.
Seeing that Lina and her friends were stunned, Ryn straightened up and smiled. "Rosy, give me your card. It's my treat today. Just order whatever you want."
"Order whatever I want? Is she going to treat me to a meal with my money? Interesting! How come I didn't realize Ryn is so cheeky before?" thought Roslin to herself.
Roslin looked indifferent. "I'm not that familiar with you."
She turned to Lina and Lina's friends. "Excuse me, you're blocking my way."
Perhaps it was because of her cold gaze or her icy and arrogant demeanor, Lina and her friends instinctively stepped aside.
Roslin went straight to the second floor.
Ryn chased after her. "Rosy!"
"Rosy, please don't go! Otherwise, what should I do?" thought Ryn to herself.
The waiter at the door stopped Ryn, "I'm sorry. the second floor is a VIP area. With your card, you cannot access this floor."
"The person who just went up is my friend. We came together."
The waiter looked at the person upstairs, then at her, and smiled. "You may ask your friend to come down and take you up."
Lina and her friends stood behind Ryn with their arms crossed, looking arrogant.
"Tsk, I thought they were good friends, but it turns out Roslin doesn't even know her."
"She's just trying to make friends with Roslin because Rolsin's rich now, but unfortunately, Roslin doesn't care about her."
"If I were the Smith family's young lady, I wouldn't be friends with this kind of poor person, either."
"She still wants to be friends with us. She's really overestimating herself."
Ryn felt frustrated, tears welling up in her eyes as she timidly retorted, "No. Rosy and I have been good friends since we were young. I don't know why she has become like this now. Just a month ago, we were still besties."
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